***Note: This story is completely fictional. I've never met any of the real life versions of any of the people mentioned, so I can't honestly speculate on their sexualities, but the events I'm portraying all come from my mind and nowhere else.
*** Well, it's been seven months since I last updated. Sorry for the long delay. I'm going back to my original intention, which is to have Chase with a different hot music celeb each time. :-) Pop Star is a spin off of my first story, Vida Loca
"A Backstreet Boy? Please. Could you get any more mainstream? Really, it's been done to death," Jordan Knight laughed at me, shaking his head.
The two of us were sprawled out on his sofa in the living room of his apartment. After our initial sexual encounter, I'd had a mini crisis of sorts, wondering if sex was really all I wanted to be about. Didn't I want love, happily ever after, all that bullshit? I'd decided, though, that I was too young to worry about that. Sex was fun. There would be plenty of time for love much later.
"Shut up, man. I didn't know he was a Backstreet Boy at the time, trust me. And it's not like we fucked or anything," I said, going on the defensive. The two of us had just returned from having dinner together in a poorly lit dive in a bad neighborhood, where Jordan was sure he'd remain anonymous. A waitress in her mid twenties had proved him wrong, though, and had more or less offered to become his sex slave right there on the table if he'd wanted.
I'd told him about how I'd met a hot guy a few weeks earlier who I'd later seen on MTV, singing about how he 'wanted it that way'.
"Yeah, you wanted to, though. Probably would have it he'd given you half a chance! So, which one was it? Come on, spill. I'll tell you if he's gay or not," Jordan grinned.
"Oh, so you know, huh?" I asked, smiling.
"Yep. Trust me, there aren't many guys in the biz today that I don't know the lowdown on. I keep my ear to the ground on these things. Never know what's going to come up," Jordan grinned and made a stroking motion with his hand to illustrate the point.
"I knew there was a reason I liked you. Other than that huge tool between your legs, I mean," I smiled.
"Which, by the way, you're going to have down your throat in about five minutes," Jordan informed me with a smile.
"Promises, promises. So, how many of the Backstreet Boys are family, then?" I asked.
"Three out of five. Two gay, one bi," Jordan said promptly. As he said it, he reached across and slowly started unbuttoning my shirt.
"I don't know any of their names, man. How am I supposed to tell you which one I met?" I asked as he pulled my shirt off me and brought his mouth to one of nipples, where he began to suck and nibble lightly before moving on to it's twin.
"Hair color?" he asked briefly before returning to his task.
"Mmm," I moaned a little, feeling a tingle brought on by Jordan's expert mouth work. "It was brownish blonde. Kinda had a soft southern accent."
"Ahh! That would be Brian Littrel. He plays for us," Jordan smiled up at me as his mouth moved sideways and began attacking my armpit with a vengeance.
"Really? What position?" I asked with a grin as I reached down and began rubbing the growing bulge in Jordan's pants.
"Versatile. Very oral," Jordan mumbled, his face now buried in my other pit.
"And what about the other Backstreet Boys? Which one is bi, and who's the other gay one?" I asked with a smile as Jordan moved his mouth back to my chest and began kissing his way down to my abs.
"Planning a foursome?" he asked with a smile before beginning to trace his tongue across my stomach in little patterns.
"Never know," I moaned as he brought his hand to my own bulge and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"The blonde, Nick Carter. Gay, total bottom. The tall one with black hair, Kevin, is bi. Likes to be serviced by a guy, doesn't do much in return," Jordan whispered as he began to unbutton my pants.
The feeling of Jordan's warm, wet mouth wrapping itself around the head of my cock made me groan in total ecstasy. I moved both my hands to the back of his head and pushed him down a little, so he'd take more in.
"Yeah, suck me," I moaned. I looked down to see Jordan's eyes looking up at me intensely, a little sweat beginning to form across his forehead.
Pulling off my dick suddenly, Jordan sat up and wiped a hand slowly across his mouth.
"What? Why'd you stop?" I asked, feeling disappointed.
"Just wondering something," Jordan said thoughtfully.
"What? I asked, stroking my cock a little and looking in his eyes.
"Who gives better head. Me or Ricky Martin?" Jordan asked, a smile breaking out on his face.
"You, no question," I answered promptly. I wasn't a fool, after all! You don't tell the guy who's about to give you a blow job that someone else is better at it than him, even if it were true. There was actually no comparing, any way. Both men had their own techniques that were incredible. And besides, it had been months since my one night with Ricky Martin.
"Good answer, my friend," Jordan said. He stood up then and pulled the tight black sweater he was wearing over his head, revealing his gorgeous chest. He reached down and undid his black jeans and soon they were discarded in a heap on the floor, leaving him in nothing but tight white briefs that fully displayed the incredible ten inches he brought out on special occasions. "Now come get your prize."
I stood up slowly, letting my already unzipped slacks fall to the ground but slipping my hard cock back inside my boxer briefs. I dropped to my knees and moved slowly across the floor, smiling up at him as I made my way towards his package, which I was now on face level with.
I placed my mouth over the outline of the head of his cock and sucked lightly well I placed one hand on each firm cheek of his ass and pushed him forward against my face, causing him to groan loudly.
Without warning I grabbed the waist band of his briefs and tugged them down, freeing the massive piece of meat, which smacked me lightly in the nose.
Taking a deep breath I opened my mouth and moved forward, determined to take as much of those thick ten inches as I could in the first gulp. This time, to my delight, I succeeded in getting about half of his enormous cock down my throat.
As I bobbed slowly up and down, swallowing and then releasing his pole, I squeezed the tight cheeks of his ass together and pulled them apart in rhythm with my up and down movements. After a few seconds I pulled off his dick long enough to wet one finger.
"Yes!" Jordan gasped as my finger slid inside his tight hole and half of his cock slid back down my throat. "Oh, yeah. Finger my ass. Make me cum."
I could taste the salty sweet essence of Jordan's precum begin to flood my mouth and I began to suck harder, wanting to taste the real thing, to feel him explode inside my mouth.
"Ahh!" Jordan jumped a little as I allowed a second finger to join the first. "Oh, yeah. That's it."
I could sense that he was very close. For a second I considered slowing down, making him wait a little longer, but I just couldn't. I was suddenly desperate to taste his juices.
"I'm gonna shoot!" Jordan yelled just as I felt the first shot hit the back of my throat. I pulled up a little and the second hit the roof of my mouth. I swallowed quickly, greedily, savoring the slightly bitter taste as Jordan moaned and groaned above me, his hands on the back of my head, holding me in place.
When he had finished we remained in place for several seconds, his cock still firm in my mouth, his hands in my blonde hair, two of my fingers still sliding in and out of his ass.
Finally, though, he sighed contently and let go of my head. I moved backwards a little, still fingering him, and looked up at his face. He had that sexy five o'clock shadow look down pat and the look of satisfaction on his face made me incredibly horny.
"I want my dick inside you," I informed him in a soft voice that I hope was seductive.
"You want my ass?" Jordan smiled, brushing the backs of his fingers across my lips and retreiving a small drop of his own cum.
"I want it. I need it," I said as I watched him slowly raise his hand to his mouth and lick his cum off the backs of his fingers.
"Show me how much you want it," Jordan grinned. "Show me how good you think it tastes first, and then maybe I'll let you fuck me."
I needed to hear no more. I pulled my fingers out of him, causing a small shudder of pleasure that I felt pass through his body. Standing up, my cock a sizable bulge in the front of my boxer briefs, I moved around behind Jordan.
Wrapping my arms around his chest, I began to walk slowly forward, pushing him along with me, until we reached the side of the sofa. I lightly pushed him forward so that he was lying over it's arm, his ass in the air at the perfect level.
Dropping back to my knees, I spread his cheeks with both hands and looked at the tight, puckered hole that I wanted so much to fuck. It was surrounded by the same curly little black hairs that covered Jordan's legs, arms, and surrounded his cock.
I ran my tongue along the outer perimeter, playing with the hairs a little. I heard a half giggle, half moan escape from Jordan's lips and that spurred me on. My tongue suddenly found it's target and began to move in a swirling motion.
"Chase! Fuck! That feels so hot!" Jordan gasped, his voice muffled against the cushions on the sofa. Exerting more pressure, I felt my tongue slip past his barriers, causing a long, drawn out groan to escape from him.
For several minutes I continued on, alternating between tongue fucking his tight ass and swirling it around, tickling and titilating him. Finally, I could wait no longer.
"I'm going to fuck you, Jordan," I whispered, standing up and pulling my underwear off.
Looking backwards at me, Jordan smiled. "Go for it, stud. Give me your underwear first, though." I raised an eyebrow in silent inquiry, but bent down to pick up the black boxer briefs i'd just taken off, noticing for the first time the large, wet stain on the front of them.
Jordan took them from me and immediately held them against his nose and mouth, his tongue darting across the stain. "Fuck me," he said, his voice now muffled by my own underwear.
I needed no further encouragement. I grabbed a condom from the coffee table and quickly unrolled it on my cock. Jordan's was still laying across the arm of the sofa, his ass slightly in the air and his face buried in my underwear. I rested the head of my cock against his hole for a few seconds, pushing very slowly forward.
"Harder!" Jordan half begged, half ordered. I increased the pressure and felt the head slip inside, where it was immediately engulfed in the most amazing feeling of warmth and tightness.
"Yeah! C'mon, fuck me. I need it, man," Jordan groaned. I smiled, thinking that it hadn't taken him long to regress to the bottom he'd been in his earlier days.
I pushed the rest of my cock inside of him and then began thrusting back and forth, and hand on each of his hips, moving with perfect rhythm. Jordan continued to moan and make little noise of delight in the back of his throat as I fucked him and I suddenly had an idea.
I stopped thrusting, leaving only the head of my cock inside him. I stood there silently, waiting for him to speak.
"Don't stop! What's wrong?" Jordan asked, turning his head to look back at me pleadingly.
"Sing," I ordered with a smile.
"What?" Jordan asked, looking a little confused.
"Sing to me while I fuck you," I said.
"What? I-" Jordan stopped and gasped as I thrusted forward again, burying my cock in his ass up my pubic hair.
"Sing if you want any more," I said.
"It's creeping around in my head, me holding you down in my bed....." Jordan began to sing. I slowly returned to fucking him while he unevenly sang the words, his voicing raising and cracking with pleasure.
"Baby you know I can give it to you.... you know you can't deny, I do it right.... just let me know and i'll give it to you.....aaaaahhhh!"
"Sing a New Kids song," I demanded as I felt myself getting closer to my climax. Jordan moaned and I slowed down my pace, threatening silently to stop once again.
"You got the right stuff.... baby... love the way you turn me on.... you got the right stuff... baby... oooh god, fuck me....you're the reason why I sing this song.... yeah, Chase, fuck me, fuck me harder, please!"
"Sing, I'm gonna cum! Sing for me, sing if you want me to cum," I moaned, feeling lightheaded as I continued to plow his ass.
"All that I needed was you.... in my life.... you're so right... all that i wanted was you...." Jordan half sang, have moaned the words and I felt myself reach the peak.
"I'm cumming. Oh, God! I'm cumming," I groaned as I felt myself explode inside the condom, buried deep in Jordan Knight's ass.
I collapsed forward on top of Jordan, breathing heavily. The two of us were drenched in sweat and both gasping for air. I began to slowly half lick, half kiss the back of his neck for a few seconds and then slowly stood back up, my body aching for the work out it had just received.
Jordan groaned again as I pulled my dick out of his ass slowly. Once we were apart he sat up on the sofa and looked at me, his face covered in persperation.
"That was the hottest fuck of my life!" He said, sounding amazed. I noticed then that there was a sizable puddle of cum on one of the sofa cushions.
"You came again?" I asked, surprised.
"Yeah. During the second verse of 'The Right Stuff'," Jordan laughed. "Chase, that was incredible!"
"It was, wasn't it. I actually used to fantasize about fucking you while you sang to me. Back when my sister loved the New Kids and I pretended I hated them," I laughed.
"We've got to do this again!" Jordan grinned.
"Now? I don't know if I can!" I smiled.
"I KNOW I can't! I feel like I need to sleep for about six months. No, I meant next time I'm in town," Jordan said.
"You've got it. That was too incredible not to merit a repeat performance!" I promised. "Oh, by the way, can I have my underwear back?"
Jordan looked down in surprise, as if he'd forgotten that he was still clutching my black boxer briefs tightly in his hand. Laughing, he tossed them across to me.
"Now, wasn't that better than anything you could have had with your Backstreet Boy?" He asked, smiling.
"Oh, I don't know. I wouldn't mind hearing a few verses of 'I Want it That Way'!" I laughed, ducking as Jordan tossed one of my shoes at me.
"You're heading to New York tomorrow," my manager informed me when I walk in the door of the studio the next day.
"Why?" I asked, feeling no more than slight curiosity. I was still exhausted after the night before with Jordan.
"Oh, nothing too exciting. They're just going to debut you're first video on TRL, and they want you there for it," Les smiled.
My mouth fell open in shock. We'd shot the video just a few weeks earlier and my first single had hit the airwaves a few days before but hadn't gotten too much notice yet.
"How did that happen??"
"The suits at MTV saw a copy of the video, thought it had the right look for TRL, and that's that. You're going to be given a brief interview on air with Carson Daly, which will be live so we're really gonna have to prep you for that, and then they're gonna debut the video. See if the kids like it. This is make or break my friend," Les said, as if I needed to be told. TRL was the King Maker of pop music these days.
"I'm ready for it," I smiled.
**TBC- up next, an encounter in New York with another pop star. Not saying who! You'll have to read and see! :-) Write to chase_donovon@yahoo.com